Skip to main content

The Problem With Us

The Problem With Us

I'll be the first to admit that I have an overactive imagination. I tend to over-symbolize the everyday happenings of life and oftentimes make them out to be far-reaching spiritual lessons. When, in reality, to everyone else, they're just everyday happenings of life.

Allow me to explain.

Take today for instance. My kids (students) this year have helped me design this little game that enables them to learn vast portions of their Bible memory verses with relative ease. Not to mention they have FUN whilst doing it. "How exactly is this accomplished?" you may (or may not) be asking.

Well, it's simple. I either handwrite or type the verses, word for word, on the dry erase board or the SmartBoard. We all say the verses together as a class, then students come up - a handful at a time - and begin erasing off words of their choice. Then, we pause and recite the verse together again. We proceed through this same routine until everyone in the class has gotten their fair share at the board. The goal is to be able to say the verse in full and with 100% accuracy - even after all of the words have been erased off of the board. As if that isn't excitement enough…. The name of the game is called…. wait for it….. " WipeOut ! "

Haha. Ok. Ok. So, I admit. This game is a little bit lame. The kids do enjoy it, however… (they helped make it up!) Though it lacks any semblance of creativity, it does serve the purpose of helping the students learn their Bible verses and commit them to memory throughout the week, instead of just on Friday-test-day.

Today, though, this game proved to serve more than just the sole purpose it was designed for - to help kids memorize their Bible verses for Friday quizzes. In fact, today, God used this game to teach me a little about life. How so?

I'm glad you inquired.
Today's verse-up-for-bids was Psalm 23:1-4.
According to Bible Gateway's NASB version, it reads as follows:

A Psalm of David.
verse 1 The LORD is my shepherd,
I shall not want. 
verse 2 He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside quiet waters. 
verse 3 He restores my soul;
He guides me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.
verse 4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

After several rounds of our very uneventful WipeOut! game, guess what was left?

A Psalm of David.
verse 1 my, I  
verse 2 me; me 
verse 3 my; me
verse 4 I, I me; me

As we were finishing up the game, I had a student laugh and call out, "It looks like we have a problem erasing the 'me, me, me's'."

I hope that statement struck you in the same way it struck me. Why? Because its truth reaches deeper than just a silly, non-imaginative WipeOut Bible Verse Study Game. It hits the reality of where each of us lives, on a regular, daily basis. 

I don't know about you, but I surely don't believe in coincidences. I feel God strategically allowed that to happen in my classroom today to teach me a lesson.

The problem with us - rather, the problem with me - is simply this: We - rather, I - have a problem erasing the me, me, me's.

With the next day that you're given, make it your goal to erase yourself. 
Instead of focusing on you, your rights, your reputation, how people perceive you, etc….let things be done for other's benefit and God's ultimate glory. At the end of the day, nothing is about you anyway. The sun doesn't rise and set on your command. The oceans move back and forth without your permission. And last time I checked, the planets will still maintain order without you for them to revolve around. So, humbly recognize that, get over it, and live beyond it.

Our world would be a much better (and far-less-broken) place if more people simply chose to give God the glory due to His name, put others before ourselves, and deliberately chose to erase the ME, ME, ME's.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

When Emotions Dance

When the clock strikes midnight, it’s time to get home.  But what we learn at the ball tonight, we need to make known.  Life’s not a party. It’s more of a dance. And thankfully, none of it is left to chance.  There IS an Orchestrator.  He chooses the songs - He handles the beat.  We simply decide what to do with our feet. For now, we sit at our table, content in our seats. We watch all the people.  We converse.  Laugh. And Repeat.  In walks Joy. (We all knew she was invited.)  Her presence alone makes everyone excited.  She’s an old friend, a sweet soul we all know.  She goes straight to the dance floor and (of course) steals the show.  Then suddenly, Joy steps off to the side.  It seems that something threw her off her stride.  It was him.  Everything changed when he entered in.  A sloppy, stinking young man walked through the door.  (People wonder if he’s ever been here before.)  With dirty cloth...

For inquiring minds that would like to know… here's our story.

For some of you in my life, you've been asking, praying, and waiting to see something noteworthy happening in my dating life. So have I. Because I don't exactly know where to start, I'll simply begin at the beginning. Jeff and I both went to school together at Trinity Christian Academy here in Jacksonville from kindergarten to twelfth grade. From first grade to sixth grade, we had all the same teachers. Because our last names are so similar alphabetically (Hazard and Hill), we were seemingly ALWAYS sitting next to each other. Seriously. Always. Around. Each. Other. haha… For those of you that know me well or have known me for a long time, you know that God's done quite the work in my life over the years in chipping away some (note: not all) of my childhood sassiness and giving me a sweet spirit in its place. However, for those of you that knew me then, you would readily agree that I was quite the "over-confident little girl" (to quote my daddy). ...

Unintended Audiences

God woke me up super early this morning with these thoughts running through my mind, so I suppose they are to help someone out there who’s struggling. I hope this letter, or FB “note,” encourages everyone out there – intended and unintended audiences alike. Unintended Audiences                 I’m sure it happens all the time in classrooms all around the world. Student A passes a note intended for Student B - only for it to be intercepted by the teacher. It’s actually quite the riot when the teacher is bold enough (and mean enough) to read the note in front of the entire classroom. It’s like a free pass into the secrets of that person’s life. The inner sanctum, if you will. The Holy of Holies, where everything is out in the open and raw before the presence of God and everyone else. But why, oh why, do people long (and maybe even love) to hear the content in the forbidden letters? Why do the unintended audiences...